So, I actually wrote these two fragments...since I was caught up in this idea of "insanity" and "memories" and "hallucination" so I wrote these two...then I put them together, and thought...well, then, this could work for Juvia.
Juvia's grandson is an OC, but I didn't want to give him a name since nothing really feels "right" at all and I know that I, for one, don't like seeing made up names for OCs that are related to the characters. Just a warning: There's a fifty year timeskip.
Y'all are creative enough to imagine how Gray dies. I just didn't want to write it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does.
Enjoy.
will you sit with me for awhile?
It's just a piece of stone, but she pretends like it's him anyways, so she curls up near it and pretends that it isn't cold and lifeless but that it's warm. The rain already begins to fall over her head, and as the first raindrops splash her, it takes her back to those old days when the rain would never stop. She begins to play make-believe. She talks and talks and laughs but he doesn't answer. He never really did much, anyways. After awhile she thinks she hears his voice whispering near her ear. She smiles and falls asleep, curled around the tombstone.
She wakes up crying. The voices are gone. She stays there, waiting for him to come back, but he never does. She screams and wails and talks and laughs again but there's no response. She clutches the stone and imagines his face in her mind. They call her insane. They call her crazy. She likes to think that she's just waiting. They ask her for who. She just lookes on with a wistful look. "Juvia is waiting for him. Will you wait with Juvia? Juvia thinks you'll be awfully good company...he said he'd come back, just for a few minutes...just a few..." she seems so dreamy that she never seems to notice the tears drifting down her cheeks and catching in her blue-as-the-ocean hair. "He said that he would...come...back..." she whispers. "He promised."
It's been fifty years and she's old now, hanging onto the last vestiges of life, and lying in a hospital bed with all those diseases that old people always seem to have. Perhaps they make her happier, because now, she lives in her memories.
"Juvia thinks...it's a butterfly...what do you think?" she asks him dreamily, staring at the mobile spinning above her. "It reminds Juvia of those ones you used to take me to see..." she laughs airily. "Will you take Juvia there again? Juvia would love it, you know...Juvia would love it...love..." she mumbles, drifting off. He looks at her, sadly.
"You know that Gray died fifty years ago," he gently reminds her, but as always, it is no use. "I am your grandson, grandmother. Do you remember me? It's me. It's me," he repeats.
"Are you...Gray? Are you coming to take me to see the butterflies?" she asks, dark navy eyes brightening. "Oh, come here. Juvia wants to take a look at you," she says, smiling, cheeks flushing red. "Oh, Gray. Oh, Gray - is it really you? Come here, come sit with Juvia for awhile. Will you sit with Juvia for awhile?"
He wants to cry inside, but on the outside, he hesitantly takes a step forward. "Yes...it's me, Gray...I'll come sit with you...if it will make you happy for awhile."
Her weathered and wrinkled face lights up like she is the sun, and he can see the radiance of her youth. As he sits down tentatively on the edge of the pristine white hospital bed, she whispers the sentence that means the world to her.
"I love you, Gray-sama."
fin.
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